Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.